...Mightier Than the Sword
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set before the War of the Ring
Author's Chapter Notes:
Manen Sa Ilya Yessei

That Is, How It All Began
“Who is she, Grandfather?”

Merry Brandybuck stared down at his grandson, Pippin, and then looked at the sketched portrait of the woman with the long, flowing hair and wise old eyes. It was a black and white sketch in the Red Book of Westmarch of a fair woman, whom Merry had known very well and for a very long time. On the opposite page was a sketch of King Eomer of Rohan.

“I’ve always wondered that myself, Uncle Merry,” Elfstan Fairbairn replied, scruffing his thick golden curls. “The name only says the Lady of All. What does that mean? Who is she?”Meriadoc stared at the picture for a long time, and a tear rolled down his cheek as memory whispered softly through his mind. Peregrine, his grandson, named for his cousin and dearest friend, tugged at his sleeve and said, “Grandfather?”

“She is Lothiriel of Dol Amroth, the Swan Princess, the Queen of Rohan, and it is her banner that flies alongside the green banner of Rohan, her cobalt pennant with the swan-prow ship and the ivory blossom. She is the wife and queen of Eomer, the King.

"But she was not born a princess and she was not raised a princess and she did not sit back during the War against the Enemy, the Shadow of the East and let the warriors around her attempt to defeat it without her aid. She fought for the war alongside your Great-Uncles, Pippin, Frodo, and Sam.

“Once, a long time ago, a little girl was attacked by orcs, and she escaped, and she brought Lothiriel of Dol Amroth from the shores of the Sea, from the city of Dol Amroth to Rohan, brought the Woses to the King and renewed the Line of Eorl.

"This little girl was nameless for a long time, and she brought Lothiriel, the Lady of All, to us when we needed her most, when the Shadow came.

"Do you remember the story of the War of the Ring?”

“Oh, yes,” said Samwise Took, ten-year-old son of Faramir. “We remember the stories of the War! Did the little girl and the woman help win the War?”

“Yes,” Merry said softly, “yes, they did help win the war.”

“Can you tell us the story, Uncle Merry?” Elfstan smiled up at him.

The old hobbit smiled a little wistfully and said, “I cannot tell you the story, but I can read it to you. I have this book,” and he lifted up a tome bound in hunter green leather, tooled in gold.

“And this book can tell more of the story than I know from memory. But it’s an important story, and few know it, so I’ll read it to you children, and you will know who the woman in the picture is, how the little girl brought her to us, and how her part in the War began.“Book one, part one, day one: Deorwyn is missing….”
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